The Novelist (A Call to Sincerity)

I am tireless but it feels like a need of sleep I've only got sheep to count instead of hours slept Yet I'm mute so I'll let my feather speak So you would better be listening I am writting what I truelly think There's no flourish, just a darkened sheet You will see no flourish, just a sat man thinking The words are carved on me, and words after words, I'm still pensive I am tired of this but you should read beyond the letters Yet I'm mute so I'll let my feather speak So you would better be listening Yet I'm mute so I'll let my feather speak So you should pay more attention And I won't feed the hounds of my head I will never let you define me I will never lie to ease something I swear I'll never regret a single thing A single thing The words are carved on me, and words after words, I'm still pensive I am tired of this but you should read beyond the letters I have written We all fail before setting sails So just stand for something We all fail before setting sails We all need to stand for something We all fail before setting sails So just stand for something